A well written curtain fic in which Sam and Dean give up hunting and settle down in a small town in New England. After a bumpy start, the guys are finally able to acknowledge their love for each other with the support of the friendly locals.
When Dean settles back down into the couch, Sam shifts closer. Not a lot, not to be obvious. But his head is heavy, and he can practically feel the warmth Dean’s body is giving off. He likes his height a lot of the time, but this always gets him--that he can’t be small and innocent anymore, he can’t crawl into Dean’s lap and it mean nothing but affection.